I've never been drunk or high or really any more than slightly tipsy, but my subconscious tried to let me know what it might be like last night nonetheless.
I dreamed that my mom had taken me to the dentist back in Nebraska. (This dentist was a new person, not someone I've ever seen before.) She was really worried, and probably with good cause... there was a large metal spike jammed into the bottom of my mouth, though it didn't hurt particularly badly for being a large metal spike. I was given a pain reliever, which looked like a single pill of aspirin, that I was supposed to rub all over the inside of my mouth.
And boy-oh-boy did it ever work. The pill wasn't even halfway dissolved when I couldn't even move my arms properly enough to finish the procedure, so I just let the rest dissolve by itself. A minute later I couldn't even stay on the bed; I kept slipping off, and I couldn't talk coherently anymore. Everything I said was slurred, and nobody could understand me. Then I started giggling uncontrollably. I just kept slipping off the bed, giggling, saying things that nobody could understand... as if my mouth were full of hilarious cotton balls.
This continued for quite some time, and eventually I passed out, and that was the end of the dream.